Some of My Testimony

November 2019 Carl Stubbs
As a young man, I wanted to follow in my father’s footsteps as far as the Church was concerned. He had a strong testimony of the gospel, and he instilled that belief into me by his example. There were many people in my life that helped me along the way. I soon learned that the Church was true, but that all of the people who were members were not always so, including myself. Some of the men that were influential in my life besides my father were Frosty Traasdahl, Karl Snow, Glenn Snow, Jake Williams, Bert Whitney, M J Christensen and Bishop Cheeseman. I’m sure there were others, but these are the ones that come quickly to memory. One that I met prior to my mission was Alma Sonne who was the one that called me on a mission.

I have always believed that the Church was true and have known that all of us are not exempt from the temptations of the world. I believe that we are all attempting to do our very best with the abilities that we have been given.

As I went on my mission, I was much taken aback by missionaries that wanted to go home and didn’t want to stay on their mission. I know now that many of them were quite homesick. I often wonder why I did not feel that feeling of homesickness. I wanted to stay on my mission and had been asked to stay for another three months, but my father said I needed to come home. My family met me in the field, and we all came home together.

One event that took place after my marriage was in the hospital. I had broken my back and during the surgery, I developed clots that went to my lungs and jeopardized my life. We had been assigned home teachers but had never actually met them. They were not the best at visits, but one of them came to the hospital and gave me a blessing and told me that I would never lack for the necessities of life for myself or for my children. I have had dreams of things that were significant in my life and the lives of my family members. I am truly grateful to God for my family and those around me. I pray for and thank God for his love for me and my family.  

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